26 Oct 2011

Letting your dad's C.I.A. hide the Homeland Fascism until end of your eight year coup d'état does not make a "war president" out of you. Nor does creating an enemy out of a C.I.A. operative in an Afghanistan cave. Now even our own (wo)men in blue. BUCK FUSHES.



Bush Cartel PsyOp Exhibit 10.27.02011:

Many thousands of battle hardened, weary and wary veterans will return to the Americas in the next two months. If the homeland they long for is full of peaceful protest and radical social evolution as they return, conversation will inevitably focus on the culpability of G.H.W. Bush & al. Snitches, spooks, non-lethal assaults, arrests, lawsuits and lies are cheap and effective ways to transition new war profiteering into the Homeland while private, trans-national mercenaries continue to assert trans-national corporate dominance in Iraq.
Our (their) military continues to occupy Russia's favorite poppy fields... even though Osama Bin Laden is either tied up in Dubya's Texas basement or no longer of this world.

P.S.~ The word homeland is an atrocity. It first appeared on my horizon during the 1984 Bush Cartel Newspeak ~ It was the English translation of what Russians called their country. 
Country/Nation/Republic=Freedom
Homeland=Commie/Fascist/Nazi


P.P.S.~ The word homeland is also redundant... or implying that there are lands unfit or unable to live in. 

How can a non sentient, non living network of corporations dominate, shape and control anything- especially lands, homes or both?

How can we Buck the Fushes... yesterday not tomorrow? 

Why are we still at war... and who are we fighting...

Why?


http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2011/10/doj-occupy-crackdown/

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Love Trumps hate.

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Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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